The next two months taught Liam that adulthood contained a fundamental injustice.
The faster he completed boring work, the more boring work people discovered for him to complete.
He had initially approached the problem mathematically.
Wedding approvals, household restructuring, ceremonial instruction, modern Nurian lessons, provincial briefings, public protocol, final reviews for his position after Arik's coronation—every obligation had a measurable duration.
Therefore, if Liam completed them efficiently, he would create additional hours for the laboratory.
The logic was flawless.
The imperial household responded by becoming more efficient too.
Liam considered this hostile behavior.
"Sign."
He signed.
"Next."
Narissa slid another projection across his desk.
Liam read the first page, checked the technical annex because, unlike the ceremonial language, it actually was important, and signed again.
"Next."
"You should probably pretend to consider these longer."
